HOW TO SILENCE A FOOL
A Galway gentleman once entered a coffee house in London and called for tea. His brogue attracted the attention of a scented civilian in the opposite box, who relying on his superior accent, resolved to have a jest at the expense of the stranger. The civilian called for tea too; the Irishman called for muffins, so did the civilian, toast, milk, sugar, &c, were severally called for by the Irishman, and as severally called for by the fop, who enjoyed in his corner the supposed embarrassment to which he was subjecting the Galway gentleman. At last, with the greatest composure, and, if possible, with a richer brogue, the Irishman desired the waiter to “bring up pistols for two!” The jester’s echo was suddenly silenced, and he quickly made his exit.